Forgot About Dre lyrics

Y'all know me, still the same o.g., but i been low key
Hated on by most these niggaz wit no cheese, no deals and no g's
No wheels and no keys, no boats no snowmobiles, and no ski's
Mad at me cause i can finally afford to provide my family wit groceries
Got a crib wit a studio and it's all full of tracks
To add to the wall full of plaques
Hangin up in the office in back of my house like trophies

Did why'all think i'ma let my dough freeze? Hoe please
You better bow down on both knees
Who you think taught you to smoke trees?
Who you think brought you the oldies?
Eazy-e's, ice cube's, and d.o.c's
The snoop d-o-double-g's
And the group that said mother-"fuck tha police"

Gave you a tape full of dope beats
To bump when you stroll through in your hood
And when your album sales wasn't doin too good
Who's the doctor they told you to go see?

Y'all better listen up closely
All you niggaz that said that i turned pop, or the firm flopped
why'all are the reason that dre ain't been gettin no sleep
So fuck why'all, all of why'all; if why'all don't like me, blow me!
why'all are gonna keep fuckin around wit me
And turn me back to the old me

[Chorus: x 2]
Now days everybody want to talk like they got something to say
But nothing comes out when they move their lips;
Just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about dre

So what do you say to somebody you hate (what?)
Or anyone trying to bring trouble your way?
want to resolve things in a bloodier way? (yup)
Then just study a tape of n.w.a.!

One day i was walking by, wit a walkman on, when i caught a guy
Give me an awkward eye (what you looking at?)
And strangled him off in the parking lot, wit his karl kani

I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not
I'm harder than me trying to park a dodge
When i'm drunk as fuck
Right next to a humungous truck in a two-car garage {*crunch*}

Hopping out wit two broken legs, tryin to walk it off
"fuck you too bitch, call the cops!"
I'ma kill you and them loud ass motherfucking barking dogs

And when the cops came through
Me and dre stood next to a burnt down house
Wit a can full of gas and a hand full of matches
And still weren't found out (right here)

From here on out it's the chronic 2
Starting today and tomorrow's the new
And i'm still loco enough
To choke you to death wit a charleston chew
{*eminem's vocal turntable*}

Slim shady, hotter then a set of twin babies
In a mercedes benz wit the windows up
When the temp goes up to the mid 80's
Calling men ladies, sorry doc but i been crazy
There's no way that you can save me
It's okay, go with him Hailie (da-da?)

[Chorus: x 2]

If it was up to me, you muh'fuckers would stop comin up to me
Wit your hands out lookin up to me, like you want somethin free
When my last cd was out, you wasn't bumpin me
But now that i got this little company

Everybody want to come to me like it was some disease
But you won't get a crumb from me
Cause i'm from the streets of (compton, compton)

I told em all - all them little gangstas
Who you think helped mold 'em all?
Now you want to run around talkin bout guns like i ain't got none
What you think i sold 'em all?

'Cause i stay well off
Now all i get is hate mail all day sayin dre fell off
What cause i been in the lab wit a pen and a pad
Tryin to get this damn label off?

I ain't havin that; this is the millennium of aftermath
It ain't gon' be nothin after that
So give me one more platinum plaque
And fuck rap! you can have it back

So where's all the madd rappers at?
It's like a jungle in this habitat
But all you savage cats, know that i was strapped wit gats
When you were cuddlin a cabbage patch

[Chorus: x 3]